Jemima wasn’t sure she knew his name or who he was, but in the last few moments she might have bet her entire dowry that he had been a Ravenclaw. (If she were a betting lady, of course.) She grinned to herself as he went on.
“Oh,” she declared, as he revealed he was a potioneer. She was a little perplexed and amused by his obviously intellectual habits, but at least she had almost forgotten about the mistletoe looming. “Then are you sure you want to take up chess as well? They both sound like they need rather a lot of concentration,” she pointed out, light-heartedly enough. “You could always do something more relaxing for a hobby.” Here Jemima was nearly almost teasing. “Like – checkers. Or exploding snap. Or cycling.”
“Did you know,” she added keenly, because he did seem very taken by the idea of playing chess, and this was a fact she was confident of, “that muggle chess pieces don’t even move?”
“Oh,” she declared, as he revealed he was a potioneer. She was a little perplexed and amused by his obviously intellectual habits, but at least she had almost forgotten about the mistletoe looming. “Then are you sure you want to take up chess as well? They both sound like they need rather a lot of concentration,” she pointed out, light-heartedly enough. “You could always do something more relaxing for a hobby.” Here Jemima was nearly almost teasing. “Like – checkers. Or exploding snap. Or cycling.”
“Did you know,” she added keenly, because he did seem very taken by the idea of playing chess, and this was a fact she was confident of, “that muggle chess pieces don’t even move?”
